Dark this passage,
blustery the winds
that rattle the glass,
cold seeping through cracks,
light receding.
Life, we are sold,
should be parties
and castles – dreams
without limits –
disingenuous campaign
Truth lies somewhere
in-between –
elusive, yet enticing –
I would exit this isolation
shake the starkness
for but a glimpse.
(Images supplied by Reena’s Exploration challenge. Also inspired by Ragtag Community’s prompt: blustery, and Fandango’s: disingenuous.)